River Waves roared, the ship rocked up and down.

As soon as they clashed, the Qingcheng Sect gained the upper hand.

This time, even though the ancient masters from the mountains didn't come, all those who did were elite experts, the main force traveling outside.

During their previous battle with the Southwest Evil Dao, they participated, and are very familiar with the terrain here.

Furthermore, Mingshanzi played a trick.

After dispersing the evil creatures appearing at the Kan Position, taking advantage of the remaining force, he formed Mantra and guided the dense fog gathered at the Sword Altar to drift toward the river.

Soon, the river surface was shrouded in thick fog.

The stars and moon were obscured, blocking vision.

In the haze, only silhouettes and the flickering of sword light were visible, Red Lanterns ethereal, the Divine Fire Gun occasionally spewing fire.

The advantage of the Black Feather Guards was erased.

Though their Divine Fire Gun was immensely powerful, their sight was obstructed, in panic, they could only fire blindly.

Boom!

Fire burst in all directions, a distant silhouette was torn apart.

This Black Feather Guard rejoiced internally, yet didn't know what he hit was an unlucky Evil Mage.

Before he could inspect, a pair of large hands extended from the thick fog, Daoist robe billowing, fingers shaped like a crane's beak, thumb and forefinger clasped, aimed at his head, two strikes.

Blood flowed profusely from his Tianquan and Tiantu acupuncture points, the Black Feather Guard lost consciousness, fell to the ground.

This was Qingcheng Sect's "Heavenly Gang Capturing Crane Hand", known for its balance of hardness and softness, capture and lock techniques, with one technique "Crane Beak Locking Throat", easily dispatched the person.

The assailant was a Daoist from Qingcheng.

With his left hand he used Heavenly Gang Capturing Crane Hand to kill the enemy, while his right hand was not idle, swirling a sword flower, flowing into one move "Su Qin Carrying Sword" blocking his back.

Clang!

From the fog came a blade's light attack, sparks flew.

It was a Southwest Evil Dao expert intercepting the strike.

This person had a white cloth wrapped head, skin charred black, a bone bead worn on the left ear, holding a long knife, dressed like a Southwest border inhabitant.

His Blade Technique was fierce, seeing his long sword blocked, he smoothly brushed upwards, sparks flew, directly attacking Qingcheng Daoist's face.

The sharp blade edge instantly touched the tip of the nose.

This Qingcheng Daoist was completely unflustered, lowered his body, simultaneously rotated his wrist.

Buzz!

The sword body curved like a bow, then suddenly snapped straight, stabbing rapidly at the enemy's throat.

This was Qingcheng Sword move "White Snake Spits".

That border inhabitant was skilled, smoothly retreated, raised a knife to defend, yet was caught in the bait move.

However, the Qingcheng Daoist dexterously flicked his wrist again, the sword light suddenly tilted upward, directly penetrating the wrist of the inhabitant.

"Ah—!"

The inhabitant winced in pain, roared furiously, then mumbled, seemingly frantically cursing.

The Qingcheng Daoist had a moment of blindness, sensing something amiss.

Clearly, it was a soul-calling secret technique.

Though not fatal, each side was currently in combat, slight distraction could lead to death on the spot.

"Die!"

The inhabitant rejoiced, swung a knife along.

But just then, another figure descended from above, massive five fingers like iron hooks, arm muscles bulging, caught his head, tore it apart gruesomely.

"Be careful!"

A cold voice rang.

It was the previously seen white-haired, scar-faced, tall Qingcheng elder.

This elder's Dao title was Chongchenzi, skilled in Thunder Technique and Eagle Claw Skill, a person from the pugilistic world who turned to Qingcheng cultivation.

His Thunder Technique with Li Yan held differing paths, less powerful yet focused on close combat, relying on paralysis for control, able to last longer in battle.

After aiding the Qingcheng Daoist, the old Daoist Chongchenzi formed Mantra with both hands, Eagle Claws crackling with thunder light, leaped onto another boat.

Electric flashes, flesh flying.

Those encountering him were trembling when wielding weapons, defenses exposed, their throats torn by one claw.

In action, none could match him.

Other Qingcheng Sect members, similarly had unique techniques.

The middle-aged Daoist Nun's Golden Needle hummed above, surrounding enemies caught in Illusion Technique, unable to discern realities from illusions.

The Daoist Nun wielded sword, stabbing left and brushing right, employing Qingcheng swordsmanship with a ghostly aura, ruthlessly.

As for the remaining Qingcheng experts, they relied on formidable Divine Skills, attacking and killing those Black Feather Guards everywhere.

Within a few breaths, whether Black Feather Guards or Southwest Evil Dao, all suffered heavy casualties.

Of course, Qingcheng disciples also had significant casualties.

Some were extremely unlucky, hit by Black Feather Guard's random shots, either losing limbs, or killed on the spot.

Others were besieged and killed by Evil Cultivators.

This was no longer a mere pugilistic encounter, rather a small-scale war, amidst sword light shadows, coupled with new Firearms, none dared guarantee leaving unscathed.

In the chaos, yet peculiarly quiet in the central fleet.

On the mid-large ship's deck, Zhao Jie stood clad in a blue robe, hands behind his back, his expression cold, gazing around.

At his back stood a magic platform, densely filled with incense and candles, flickering liltingly in the wind.

Amidst the flickering firelight, laid on the magic platform were several bamboo stakes Magic Artifact, unknown how many years old, richly patinaed, already dark yellow, vermillion blood talisman slightly blackened.

These bamboo stakes appeared random, yet faintly mirrored the sunken riverbed Array Stone's position exactly.

Beside the magic platform, lay a dozen corpses.

Some were Salt Gang boatmen, some were Evil Cultivator Mages.

Judging by appearance, all died protecting the magic platform.

Around the large ship, three dilapidated ships swayed up and down.

Ling Yunzi, Mingshanzi, along with Cheng Jianxin master-disciple, each surrounded him from three directions.

"Cheng Jianxian?"

Zhao Jie glanced at Cheng Jianxin, full of mockery at the mouth, "Who would have thought the once mightily famed Sword Immortal in Shu, now turned into this form, even joining in to besiege me."

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